flashfiction posts
Club Necropolis - June 25, 2010
The building is alive, music pounding into the stone walls its beating heart, the vibrating steel its rumbling stomach, the buzzing neon sign its voice singi...
Cosmic Fingerprints - August 27, 2010
Every once in a while, a person catches a glimpse. Out of the corner of an eye, or a fleeting glimmer, a person sees them. Not spirits, but what I call memor...
Cosmic Fingerprints #FridayFlash - November 8, 2013
Every once in a while, a person catches a fleeting glimmer. Not spirits, but what I call memory ghosts. From their when and where, they pass through into our...
Crossroads - January 22, 2010
“A priest,” said Tabitha for the fifth time. Reaching up, Sebastian lifted Tabitha from the boulder and dropped her on the ground beside him. “Eyes of gold...
Dance with the Dead - October 22, 2010
The thunderous beat, stomping feet, wiggle the wood floor rattling lights. The blue-haired vocalist screams about love and pain while the band thrashes about...
Darkness Was Her Dress - December 4, 2009
Looking at the girl, Nyx found a face wrecked in worry. She noted the clasped hands, thumbs working flesh. Nobody ever asked anything of Nyx besides her swi...
Demon Hunter - February 12, 2010
The breeze chilled Sebastian. He tried to pull his gaze away. Gunpowder consumed his nostrils, and a ringing swarmed inside his ear. His gaze traced the tuft...
It's Saturn - January 27, 2009
Dad set the telescope on the driveway. Unfolding, the rickety tripod clanged into position. It wobbled on its feet, slender tube drooping. Dad scanned the sk...
Killer - February 11, 2010
Sebastian left Tabitha in the care of the local lawman, Jasper, until morning when they could sort everything out. No sign of Sheriff Haas. Roan was not a b...
Last Hope (for Hope Hill) - July 23, 2010
Standing between wagon ruts, Draco Torre considers the sign announcing Hope Hill. Stars meet prairie, flat horizons. Hope without a hill. Following ruts, To...
Monster Savior - February 5, 2010
“We should take shelter. Wait out the storm.” Sebastian could barely hear his own voice over the river crashing around the rocks. Tabitha yelled something a...
Mother Dove - December 18, 2009
“What’s the matter with you?” Fred winced at the familiar query. Crouched, he held the paintbrush tight. He knew what came next. It never failed. Dipping th...
Mother Dove Redux - May 8, 2015
An edited repost of my 2009 #FridayFlash for the final collector. “What’s the matter with you?” Fred winced at the familiar query. Crouched, he held the ...
Mowing vs Reaping —#FridayFlash - October 18, 2013
In the orange glow of the predawn sky, Marius hurried outside hopping on one foot while he tugged his boot on. He had overslept again for the third time that...
Not an Angel — #FridayFlash - November 15, 2013
Like thunder, deep laughter rumbled. Spinning around, Draco Torre raised her guns and thumbed hammers back. Three pyres burned illuminating the dusty road, ...
Pale Kiss - September 17, 2009
Rising above the rolling hills, Nulan smiles upon the dark land. Her kisses turn the waving wheat into a shimmering sea. A shadow wriggles from my feet. Wind...
Pendant for Kisses - November 11, 2013
Twilight, our kiss explodes with color. Darkness is your dress flowing over our past. I offer my pendant, light for our love. We dance, entangled, pouri...
Riddle on the Ridge - January 15, 2010
Father Young breathed the mist like a dragon, flaring nostrils shooting streams of white. He wore round dark spectacles like a blind man. Dew glistened on hi...
Shotgun Welcome - January 1, 2010
Late evening air held its breath. An ammunition round popped into shotgun barrel freezing blood. Menacing eyes glared down the length of the barrel. Oozing a...
Sinners - January 29, 2010
Snow blanketed the forest, large flakes flying sideways turned tree trunks white. The storm arrived before the sun trapping the land in twilight. Wind bit ...
Tabitha - January 8, 2010
Fog drenched the air moistening evergreen trunks, leafless bushes, and flowers. Sebastian marveled at the late autumn flowers blooming on the mountainside ab...
The Oak in the Boneyard - September 27, 2013
Behind the house the lonely old oak tree stood like a sentinel in the night. Occasionally a raven or two would perch on a branch and squawk up a storm, but m...
The Only Color - February 26, 2010
listen to ‘The Only Color’ on audioBoom I accept the uniform, folded neat upon my arms. The soldier tells me blue is my color. Or is it gray...
The Only Color #fridayflash - November 1, 2013
This is an edited repost from 2010 with reduced word count (368) and minor word changes. The comments on the original included a brief discussion over the fi...
Third Kiss - September 20, 2013
Her name, Mary Jane, danced in my head. My first kiss felt like a warm breeze in evening twilight. Three days later, I stood beside her hospital bed. Influen...